Lyon already had his fingers rustled against the hair at the back of his head as he looked over the shoulders of a towering woman in front of him. The dragon-braid of her hair was dangling left and right as she swayed her way toward a nearby pond.
The fishes were curious about the beauty and gradually swarm to her side. Her smile through the reflection of the calm water soon waved away into distortion as stupid mouths gasping for air replaced it.
Cecile turned and looked at her easy-going husband. He might look like a lazy bum and would laugh at just about the weird stuff that she hardly notice, but his perception was no joke.
"You know, this matter does not concern you in the slightest, right?" Cecile sighed.
Lyon raised his brows as he darted at her auburn eyes. "Not really, unless you want me to?"
